You're the rainbow

My life had been painted in black and white. Here and there, they were mixing together giving different shades of gray. I never dreamed something changed. But here, when I was expecting less, the rainbow appeared.
I caught him between his hands because he had made his presence in the sky of suffering in my life. I took the colors to draw the most beautiful day. The day I met you. With red I drew the love I was taking. A courageous seed sprouted into my tired heart full of deep wounds. I saw how my dreams had acquired pink shades. With pure blue I painted the unbounded look. It was that quiet I needed. My soul opened like a freshly picked red juniper, still holding large droplets of crystalline dew.

The sun painted him in yellow, for his rays reflected light from our souls. Playful scenes looked at the drops that had been hotter tears.
The joy of your face I drew with orange, the color of the ripe orange, soaked and fragrant. Everybody got color. We grew green to make the soft grass that weighed our bare feet. The power of this green made the soul to heal, to get life again. The hope that you are the healing was growing bigger. I think that purple will make the magic floating in the air when you are near me, and indigo I will color worries that slowly disappear. The black one I used only to highlight your warm, penetrating eyes in which I could read your pure soul, thirst for love, tranquility and harmony

It is a lively picture in which happiness is mirrored. What color is happiness?
I think happiness has the color of the rainbow, the color of your prize, the color of joy, the color of your eyes, the color of the clear sky, for my rainbow is you ...